Nate left Lara on the couch and checked twice that she was all right. Since she didn't seem panicking nor worried, he stepped back and turned to the pups.
«Now, you can,» he said.
As if released from a leash by his words, the twins crawled to Lara and hugged their mommy. They wagged their tails and sniffed her scent, pushing their heads against her hands or cuddling on her lap.
«I'm sorry, Lara,» Nate said. «I was slow.»
«You were just in time,» she pointed out while playing with the twins. «If it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be now. Thank you, Nate.»
«I am also sorry if I frightened you,» he said.
After all, she saw his wolf shape. Lara had a trauma related to wolves... It did make sense to him: she didn't know well enough about them, and she rationally tried to understand everything because of her kids. Yet, how much could a human actually accept?